YM778.TV Chapter 141: Rich Rules
It was evident that she had taken an interest in me, so I didn\'t have to fret about being ghosted. I mean, it would make me appear like a complete loser after all the effort I had put into looking good and wealthy. Discover gems at m-vle-mp _yr.
"By the way, we\'ve been talking so much that I forgot to ask your name," I chuckled, even though I already knew her name.
"I\'m really sorry for forgetting, my name is Elaine" she giggled, attempting to ease the awkwardness with a laugh.
Observing her, I realized that this woman was not easy to read. I could sense that she was very calculating.
"You\'re so cute that I actually forgot to tell you my name," she added with a seductive smile.
\'This mission might turn out to be easier than I expected.\' I chuckled to myself.
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"This is the life!" I exclaimed at the top of my lungs as I drove my new White BMW through the streets, relishing the experience like a pampered, wealthy brat. Although this was my first time behind the wheel of a sports car, I was rapidly improving, all thanks to my skills.
The feel of the gears, the precision of the shifts, the thrill of navigating curves—it all felt incredible to the touch. This was the very essence of the sports car advantage, and merely driving it made it abundantly clear why these machines go for a high price.
As I cruised down the road, I noticed people pausing to take pictures of my car whenever I stopped in traffic. Seeing them drool over my car was like an added bonus, making me smile smugly .
\'I still have some time to spare before dinner, so I should visit that place\' I declared, pressing down on the pedal. My car shot from 0 to 60 mph in a mere 2.5 seconds, and I felt my body being pushed back by the sheer force of acceleration.
VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The road became my personal playground as I zipped past everyone like a race car driver on caffeine. Traffic ticket? Please, I was like a Formula driver with my lightning-fast reaction time.
*BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP
As I zoomed past the sluggish cars, their drivers honking like angry birds, I couldn\'t contain my laugh.
"You can\'t keep up with me! I\'ve activated my \'Douchebag Mode\' after getting this sports car," I chuckled, savoring the taste of my arrogance.
VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
After thoroughly annoying dozens of drivers and putting their lives in danger, not to mention their passengers\', I finally arrived at my destination. It was a three-story building, and the signboard displayed in bold letters read "GUNS ARCHIVED."
This place was one of Korea\'s most renowned shooting ranges, catering mainly to the elite and those with authority. The cost of membership alone was exorbitant, making it a privilege reserved for the wealthy.
"Of course, no need to worry about those credentials," I thought with a sly smile as the security guards simply waved me through after spotting my expensive car. It\'s incredible what owning a luxury vehicle can do – people immediately assume I\'m harmless, when in reality, I could be a psychotic madman with a twisted system.
Inside, I strolled confidently towards the person responsible for checking memberships with a slight grin tugging at the corner of my lips.
Knowing I had the System on my side, I had no worries about the exorbitant fees or the stringent requirements.
With the power of my suggestion, I engaged the person in conversation, and within mere minutes, I had secured not only membership but also access to the best shooting coach and high-powered firearms available at the range. My power had paved my way smoothly into this exclusive club, leaving me feeling invincible.
Boosting my suggestion skills had certainly made my life a whole lot easier.
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*BANG!
*BANG!
*BANG!
I took some time to familiarize myself with the handguns first.
They were the most portable firearms available, and I knew they would be my go-to choice when dealing with armed or even gifted individuals.
The recoil of each shot sent vibrations through my hands, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air. I adjusted my grip, aligning the sights with my target, and fired off rounds with increasing accuracy.
With the aid of all my passive skills, I quickly mastered it. My last few shots were dead-on target, and the recoil no longer bothered me.
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*rat-tat-tat!
*rat-tat-tat!
*rat-tat-tat!
The echoing sound of the high-powered M16 carbine was quite thrilling. Initially, I had some difficulty adjusting, but with practice, my aim became more stable. It was clear that improving my learning skills was a wise decision, as it was saving me a lot of time
I didn\'t limit myself to just the M16; I explored various other firearms available at the range. After discovering the existence of gifted individuals, I realized that I needed more power to protect myself. It seems my system was even actively putting me in dangerous situations, so it wouldn\'t hurt to be careful.
And this is not the only reason why I decided to learn how to use guns now. With my Mind Link, I can control and equip others with weapons. It\'s like having my own team of gunmen at my disposal.
Just imagining it made me grin like a maniac.
*rat-tat-tat!
*rat-tat-tat!
*rat-tat-tat!
Time seemed to fly by, and before I knew it, I had gained a general mastery of guns. I could handle different guns with confidence and precision, but I understood that simply knowing how to use it wasn\'t enough.
Practical experience and specialized training were essential to truly become proficient in firearms, and that was a different thing altogether.
But for now , I\'m satisfied with this progress .
"Give me handguns and rifles that can\'t be traced," I commanded.
"All of our guns are traceable," the coach replied.
"Is there a way to make them untraceable?" I inquired.
"We can etch the ballistic fingerprint so they can\'t trace it back to us, but if they find the gun in your possession, they could still match it," he explained.
"That\'s sufficient," I responded confidently. Thanks to my system, I could easily use my suggestion on the police to prevent getting arrested in the first place. There was no need to concern myself with it.
After wrapping everything, I entered the CCTV room and commanded everyone to erase all traces of my presence from the surveillance footage.
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On the parking lot .
"That was quite exhausting," I chuckled to myself as I leaned back in my comfortable, expensive leather seat.
Ring Ring Ring
My phone rang, and I answered the call with a mischievous grin.
"I\'ll be there,"